The Glory of Humanity in the Prehistoric Times

The ancient god and great sage recited ancient songs, which are poems of humanity and beautiful expectations. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows* the earth, and oppression perishes. This is the oldest era, the best era, and the most barbaric era. We have nothing, we are not afraid in the face of danger, we move forward indomitably, even if the sky is stained with blood and no bones are left, we still want to write the wishes of all human beings This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.